Lirik Lagu Problem. Understand Me (Feat. Wale)

[Verse 1: Problem]Fake nigga yeah I got the gem,Oh you’re thirsty get out my dem,Buzzin lean for the paper, hundred proof no chaserThat’s your bitch I’m a take herYou’re a banker I need some cookies to smokeShit rap don’t work, take a tookie aproachWhole mamas for real, plow plow plowYe I got me a lilFuck that I’d rather pop me a pillAnd turn this motherfucker upTurn this fucker upYou looking too longBoy I fuck you upDiamond in the rough, blind when I stuckMarried to the grind bout to buy me a tucNigga I’m fresh, nigga I’m nextGold on my chest, hoes to my leftBros on my right, this is my lifeI’m about to make a movieI need to call spikeCourtesy of liriklagu.asia[Hook: Problem]I don’t do fake you understand meI don’t do hate you understand meSmokin and I get cake, you understand meReal nigga all day, you understand meIt’s all day, you understand meIt’s all day, you understand meYou understand me, you understand meIt’s like this all dayYou understand me

[Verse 2: Problem]Pushing down the block watching for the copsChecking these traps looking for the gwapFlow so clean I don’t need to mopMake the scene go dumb when the shit drop onBoom, you feel that? you feel that?Pussy, pussy, pussy kill that I kill thatI seen her eyes now your girl she wanna chill, wanna chill atWanna be with a real oneThat’s by me, by meI stay Miley wapped in that key big treeLike a Forrest no Gump, I be throwing in the corner straight slumbThought he was a big dog now he acting like a pupShe be funny to meEverything’s about money to meTurn a rachet to a divaMolly all in my tequilaJerry smoking too hot ….. the song

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]Where the hoes at? when I’m in townNo where that Prozac? no I been downWhere the hoes at? when I’m in townWhere the hoes at? when I’m in townNo where that Prozac? no I been downI’m crenshaw that in a rent house coolin’Chillin, really, my fit is on PlutoJuno what the kick gameSkirt thats the wood grainBanana cup about this, I aint talkin bout a big planeNiggas skip bail hatin’ and I see ya playerIts same rare SB’s and we aint skatin’ neitherAnd you baby mama try and play the feildNo wonder why she have her sittin’ by a Laker playerStaples Center Kobe put up like fortyItaly with the homies shorty want my cenoleBack to L.A., flight club melaGrey stone I can make a broad actin’ yellin’Put it in her mouth then we outEverybody know what we aboutYou understand me?